Anybody who viewed the Jets for more than a quarter of play witnessed an offense stuck in the mud. New York went into the season singing songs of the ground and pound and a maturing Mark Sanchez. The addition of Tim Tebow brought the media rushing out to Jets training camp, where we were treated to miniseries-length broadcasts. Men in green hovering over the summer grasses. All of it ultimately meaningless.

This is the same team that found a way to extinguish Tebowmania just months after it ruled the nation. No small feat, and only one aspect of the unraveling of this year's New York Jets.